King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
Not Peer Reviewed
The Historie of King Lear.
his wife.
¶Glost. I my good Lord.
1380Fierie Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear,
¶No but not yet may be he is not well,
Cõmand the mind 1385to suffer with the bodie, ile forbeare,
¶And am fallen out with my more hedier will,
¶Tell the Duke and's wife, Ile speake with them
¶Now presently, bid them come forth and heare me,
¶Or at their chamber doore ile beat the drum,
1395Till it cry sleepe to death.
¶Glost. I would haue all well betwixt you.
¶Lear. O my heart, my heart.
and cryed downe wantons ¶downe, twas her brother, that in pure
kindnes to his ¶horse buttered his hay.
¶
Enter Duke and Regan.
¶Lear. Good morrow to you both.
1405Duke. Hayle to your Grace.
¶I would diuorse me from thy mothers tombe
¶Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
¶Sharpe tooth'd vnkindnes, like a vulture heare,
1415Of how depriued a qualitie, O Regan.
Reg.
